Great(i)
1 My breth stincketh, my dayes are shortened. I am harde at deathes dore.
2 Froward men are wt me, and myne eye must continue in the bitternesse of them.
3 O deliuer me, and loke out one to be my suertie in thy sight, what is he that knoweth who will promes for me?
4 For thou hast with holden their hertes from vnderstandynge, therfore shalt thou not sett (them) vp on hye.
5 He promiseth his frendes parte of his good, but his awne children spende it.
6 He hath made me as it were a byworde of the people: where as afore, I was theyr ioye.
7 Myne eye is dymme, for very heuynesse, & all my strength is become like a shadow.
8 Uertuous men therfore shall well consydre this, and the innocent shall take parte agaynst the ypocrite.
9 The righteous also will kepe hys waye, and he that hath cleane handes, wyll euer be stronger and stronger.
10 As for you, turne you, and get you hence (I praye you) seynge I cannot fynde one wyse man amonge you:
11 My dayes are past, and my councels and thoughtes of my hart are vanysshed awaye
12 chaungynge the night into daye, and the light into darcknes.
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I haue made my bed in the darcke.
14 I call corrupcyon my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my syster.
15 What helpeth then my longe taryenge? Or, who hath considred the thynge, that I loke for?
16 All that I haue, shall go downe into the pytt, and lye with me in the dust.